More from the peanut gallery
I told my best friend at work today that I am going to adopt again. We had a long conversation about my frustration with the fact that my family planning is being considered as a factor in whether to make me a partner. Last time I checked, that’s sort of illegal. Long story short, his feedback was that I should wait until I make partner (2 years at the earliest).
I don’t want to wait. When I make a decision to do something; it’s time for me to do it. I feel compelled to have another child soon. I feel it in the same way that I was compelled to complete my dossier for Oscar. I imagine it sounds hokie, but I believe I was meant to be Oscar’s mom. Had I not submitted my dossier at the exact time I did, he would be with another family. I feel the same about this child. That I’m supposed to be working on this dossier now. Not in the same frenetic way I worked on Oscar’s dossier, but definitely should be doing it at this time. Crazy, hmm?
I also find it interesting that so many people of the very few people who know about this decision are very comfortable telling me that I shouldn’t adopt from Ethiopia. I don’t think I understand that. Is it because of racism? The fear of HIV/AIDs? No one ever said a thing about my decision to adopt from Vietnam. Is it more acceptable for a white woman to adopt an Asian baby than an African one? I’m not sure where this comes from.
Regardless, I had my home visit yesterday. I didn’t obsessively clean the house, and my social worker was as lovely as ever. She called Oscar “delicious,” which just capitvated me. Strangely, though, even she suggested I seriously consider another country. I don’t think she has anything against Ethiopia, but I found it odd that again I’m being told to look elsewhere. Are these opinions I should be considering? I’ll have to think on this a while.


